Truth Poem by James Brown

Truth



Lost and lethargic after the argument that brought no compromise, only false words of rectification….more lies.

No understanding of request…. others observe spreading of un-glorifiable disarray.

This is not May and I will not sway into the bent intuition of unrighteous disposition and corrupted vision of what stands before thee.

This is not June so there for I refuse to be your fool because the things you do have added up to overwhelming multitudes.

So now, I shake it off to wake and not take blame for your mistakes
of being… fake.


Written by James Brown

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